My bologna has a first name, it’s bioresearch staff,
My bologna has a second name, it’s gas chromatograph,
And I have wondered, so have you,
Why it tastes the way it doooooo…..
‘Cuz Oscar Mayer has a way with recombinant DNA!

That’s amusing… We, too, had a version of the bologna song back when I served on submarines. It went like this..

My reactor has a first name. It’s N A V A L.
My reactor has a second name that’s classified as hell.
Oh I love to run it every day, and if you ask me why, I’ll say…
‘Cause radiation has a way of screwing up your DNA.

Once upon a midnight dreary
Whilst I pondered bleak and beery
Over many quaint and weird volumes
of stuff that’s on tomorrow’s test
Suddenly I heard a gross noise and
the terrified bird made itself weigh less
on my chamber door.

He’s playing the reality game at the easiest setting: god level. I’m playing at the hard setting: five-foot tall female bisexual combat medic. Now, if he was playing hardcore he’d be an African-American lesbian midget Marine.

Greg, that’s madness! An auto-post to prove his aliveness? How will we ever know if he’s really alive then? Why, we couldn’t trust *anything* if that were a thing. I’m talking like can’t trust gravity level of alarm, man. Whew. I need to lie down and catch my breath.